Chapter 2The Imposter in the Guest Room

"You handle the beauty, I'll handle the duty," David announced one night, volunteering to put the kids to bed.

Mia was clinging to his leg, looking at him with adoration. Leo cheered, "Yay! Daddy's reading stories!"

I watched David carry Mia down the hall, a strange knot forming in my stomach. He looked less like a charitable uncle and more like a father trying to make up for lost time.

I shook my head. I was being paranoid. He was probably just trying to make the poor girl feel welcome.